A great poet once said ‘sabar ka phal meeta hotha hai'( The fruits of patience are sweet).
After a soul to soul conversation with her, I waited for her for hours in the same place.
She never came day by day my desperation to meet her reached it’s peak stage not knowing expectations always hurt.
Even on my birthday I was waiting for her wishes, my brain know that she doesn’t know about my birthday but my heart was waiting for her wishes.
When I lost all hopes, about meeting her again, I saw her walking right in front of me.
Words were dancing on my tongue to talk with her but I couldn’t make a move due to fear of rejection.
Even this time she made a move and initiated a talk with me, we had an hour conversation.
This time she even took my number, I don’t know where this is going to end